Believe me…

…when I tell you I am on the field trip from hell. And half the people here are too happy listening to the mindless clacking of their own voices to notice. I ask you this: if you’re on a sailboat and someone pees all over it, would you not find a marina to hose down the cockpit?

Yeah, I would too. And ya know what? I ain’t squeamish but that’s where I draw the line. Hell, I don’t even sit in my own pee, I am not ABOUT to loll about in somebody else’s.

To answer the more obvious question, because she was nauseated. Guess it was her own way of sharing the wealth. And look- seven hours later and it’s the gift that keeps giving.

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I write. I take pictures. I love my dog. I love Florida. My 2016 book, 'Backroads of Paradise' did really well for the publisher and now I feel a ridiculous amount of pressure to finish the second book.

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